至爱梵高·星空之谜 Loving Vincent (2017)【完整台词】

He's always
out for trouble, that one.

That's for my father.

Shows over.

What's going on here then?

Sir.

Was that young
Armand I saw you fighting with?

Aye sir.

Over what?

Over crazy red, that painter
guy he used to know.

Really?

He dropped that, sir.
I'll take it in.

At ease, soldier.

Causing trouble again I see.

You dropped your letter outside.

It's not my letter.

It's Vincent's.

It's to Theo Van Gogh.

That's Vincent's
brother, isn't it?

Yeah, Vincent left it behind.

His old landlord Geno was having
a clear out and found it.

So he gave it to my
father and father told me

I have to deliver it.

Like it's my business.

My job is to bash metal into
shape not Deliver letters.
Help yourself why don't you?

Well he doesn't
need it, does he?

I don't see the point in
delivering a dead man's letter.

Your father just wants
to pay his respects.

What for?

What did that nobody
ever do for us?

Making my family hated
when my old man refused

to sign that petition.

To throw him out of the town-

- I signed it.

And, that's well and
good, he was mad.

He wasn't.

He was an interesting man.

Things only got strange
when that friend of his

Gauguin came.

Vincent was all enthusiastic
for his yellow house

to become this
hostel for painters.

And, Gauguin would
be the master.

Where's the chair'?

Yeah, perfect.

But, when he finally came,

they quickly went from
firm friends to being

at each other's throats.

No, no, no you can't go.

No, you can't go.

Calm down, Vincent.

Beverly.

Hello Vincent.

I brought you a gift.

Have you been fighting?

Take good care of it.

Oh sweet.

Are you alright?

Interesting man?

That's not how I remember him.

That nutcase has
cut off his ear.

Your dad sewing
it back on is he?

No, he's helping.

Well that figures
one drunk and crazy

helping another.

Go on say it!

Say it again.

The trial's next week.

Did not
think there were any left

not after him losing.

Oh they're
back, crawling back in.

Evening
gents, have you seen my son?

Ah Mr. Roulin, yes
you'll find him inside.

He's meant to
be on a train to Paris.

He don't look like
he's planning on going anywhere

right now.

We'll soon see about that.

He's in trouble.

The boy looks for
it.

Evening Joseph.

Why can't You just post it?

I did, the letter
got returned as undeliverable.

Well if your postal
service can't find him,

what makes you think I can?

Just use your initiative son.

An important man like
Mr. Theo Van Gogh

ask around.

But, what do I
say when I find him?

It's customary to start
with I'm sorry for your loss.

Let's got you sobered up.

I can't go it's too late.

It's a nice night.

You're to convey
deepest condolences

from myself, your mother,
and your brother.

Oh, and don't forget
Little Marcel.

She was his friend too.

She was 10 months old.

Babes are like animals son.

They can know the heart of a
man just by the size of 'em.

No, they can't.

They're less fickle
than grown-ups.

Just look at Geno.

He takes Vincent's money
with a smile for a whole year

and then signs a
petition condemning him.

Hey, mind you say that
Geno had the letter

for two years.

I don't want Mr. Theo thinking
that we been sitting on it.

Tell him how Geno
didn't even bother

handing it over to
me until he heard

that Vincent had...

Killed himself?

Why do you find that
so hard to believe?

You saw what happened here.

He had a breakdown.

It happens to people.

If they're weak.

Live longer, you'll see.

Life can even bring
down the strong.

After the ear, nobody would
even give him a chance.

Even kids were tormenting him.

Get out of here!

Go on, get out of here!

We are the kings.

I call it weak
letting kids chase him

into the nuthouse.

And his neighbors, and
the police, and the mayor,

and the whole town!

Against an ill man!

He even checked himself into
Saint Remy to get better

and so he did.

He got discharged, cured.

It doesn't mean he
stayed cured, does it?

I feel absolutely calm
and in a normal state.

This is what he writes me
six weeks before he's dead.

How does a man go from
being absolutely calm

to being suicidal in six weeks?

It's sad, I get that.

But, what good will
delivering that letter do now?

They were very close.

Vincent would write
his brother every day.

I know I'm the one who
collected the letters.

If it were me, I'd want it.

If it was you, heavens
forbid, if you had died

and there was a letter out
there that you had sent to me,

I'd want it.

Wouldn't you want
it if it was me?

Whoa, lunatic!

We could go to the Park.

Yeah, but
It's probably still muddy.

I heard you were
Vincent's paint supplier.

So I thought you
might know Theo.

We need a drink I think.

It's brandy.

Do take a seat.

He wasn't at the
address we've got.

The guy there said
you might know.

I'm afraid you'll
never deliver that Letter

to Theo Van Gogh.

Oh, I see.

Well how come?

Two hearts, one mind
that's what Vincent told me.

Maybe that was
the case after all

because after Vincent
died, Theo went

into sharp decline.

Can I get you something my love?

He'd been poorly before,

but Vincent's death
destroyed him.

He had actually been
with him a whole day

at the end, but Vincent
insisted they use the time

to discuss life not death.

And, no suicide note either,
so it stayed a mystery.

And, Theo 'just keep asking why'?

Six months after we buried
Vincent, Theo was dead loo.

Wow, the two of them.

So how did Vincent die?

He shot himself in
the fields above Auvers

by his easel doing what he
loved painting to the end.

Do you know why?